A/N: After seeing sneefee's picture Trust No One on deviantART, I just had to write a fanfic about it and here we are.
Disclaimer: TMNT does not belong to me.
He had trusted her.
She had come to him, beaten and asking for help, for a friendship. He had been trying to get to her for sometime so, like a fool, he had ushered her in and greeted her with a warm embrace. He hadn't seen his family since she had come to him; they wouldn't welcome her. He had even begun to develop slight - slight - feelings for the girl and she seemed to return those feelings. For a while, they were happily hiding from their foes, happily avoiding outer contact, happily enjoying each other's company. Then one day they arrived.
He had gotten into an offensive position, ready to fight them alongside his new companion, but she had simply joined the intruders and given him a smile that was forever engraved in his mind. His shock allowed them to capture him, his shock that the girl he had slight - slight - feelings for had betrayed him. Why hadn't he seen it?
So here he was, sitting on his shins, head bowed, hands between his knees on the cold concrete floor. Metal cuffs were around his hands and his neck was chained to the ceiling, restraining his non-existent movements. He had been stripped of his weapons, pads, and belt; he had never felt so naked. As he sat there, bloody and beaten, he had never felt so disgraced. What would his family think if they saw him at this moment?
Family.
The group of people, of loved ones that he wouldn't see again. The group of people, of loved ones that he had abandoned because of her. The group of people, of loved ones that he hadn't seen in weeks and wouldn't come rescuing him. If he got out, it would be by his own doings.
His thoughts drifted back to the girl who had caused all this madness. Rage coursed through him; rage he had never felt before. He had always kept his feelings controlled, but now it ran freely through him. The power of this emotion was strong and, to be honest, quite terrifying, but that wasn't going to stop it. Stop him.
It was by sheer hatred that he broke the cuffs confining his hands. By sheer rage that he broke the chain from his neck. He composed his anger long enough to wait for a guard to walk by. Reaching through the bars, he grabbed the black clad man and knocked his head against the wall as hard as he could, knocking him out, possibly even killing him. He didn't care which one as he retrieved the keys from his enemy's belt and opened his cell silently. Sneaking down the hallway, he found the room containing his accessories. Slipping everything on, he unsheathed one of his swords and studied it's sharp blade. With a tilt, he was able to see himself and, had he been in his right mind, would have been terrified of the glaze in his eyes. Lowering his weapon, he began to creep down the hallway. Looking. Searching.
Karai was going to die. Leo swore on his honor that she was.
A/N: Soo? What do you think? I was just kinda trying out the whole 'don't reveal characters till the end' sort of thing even though the characters were pretty easy to figure out. Oh well.
Anyway, sneefee is an EXCELLENT artist and I suggest you check her out.
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